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• Artiste: Sleater-Kinney
• Titre: Bury Our Friends
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Today I am stitched up and sewn Catch me up, I got warmth in my bones Locks 'em down you know you could throw away I found my legs Ready to climb out from under concrete Only I get to be sickened by me My body is merged Can't make out the details Why start over, give it to me Exhume our idols and bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in We're sick with worry These nervous days We live on dread in our own guilded age This dark world is precious to me My scars make me breathe in so deep My body has no need for sleep This time around Ready to fight, fight makes the stillness Only I get to be punched by me Your voice is a crumb it leads me from the wildness Why start over, forget everything Exhume our idols and bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in We're sick with worry These nervous days We live on dread in our own guilded age Make me a headline I wanna be that bold Make me a spotlight So I can see the gold Make me a headline I wanna feel that bold Make me a spotlight So I can see the gold Exhume our idols and bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in We're sick with worry These nervous days We live on dread in our own guilded age We speak in circles We dance in code Untamed and hungry On fire and in cold Exhume our idols and bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in